Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.